Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

"Not in a long shot, baby. No holds barred is so much fun."
Anja grinned, buzzing with excitement as she was rubbing her crotch over the back of Inoue while she was struggling to escape the lotus lock. Her wrestling trainer would have probably been devastated of how sloppy this hold was applied, but her sensual wrestling trainer would have probably been thrilled. The lock itself was no real killer move, but it was good for holding down and hard to retaliate against when in full effect. But how should she have played with Inoue then? As long as Inoue was fighting out of her move, she bended forward and let her hands rest on the breasts of Inoue, letting them being guided by the movement of Inoue herself, occasionally playing softly with a nipple when it came close enough to her fingers.

After Inoue had scurried away, the German got up, visibly satisfied at their first exchange. Soft style was no synonyme for ineffective wrestling, at least not in her mind.

Inoue almost regretted breaking from the hold. She was mess of emotions that had contributed to how horny she felt. It was in part, thinking back to just a few minutes ago when their boxing match concluded, but the hold right now, had ended in an exhilarating manner. Inoue was blown away by how good Karasu was, the arousal got to her head, but at the same time, that hold had potential to be dangerous. Inoue was still bitter with their opening exchange, she already could tell things would only get more difficult, but she ignored the thought, moving back in with a limited strategy, Inoue wasn't the kind to give in, but as proud as she was, she could tell this was going to be a long, uphill battle, Karasu would likely enjoy it much more than Inoue. It wouldn't break her though, she came in this time with a rough tackle, no strikes didn't mean no hard impacts. Inoue wanted to show the same intensity, but it was much easier for Karasu to regain control and tame the pace again.
If her brutish charge managed to work, she would target Karasu's head again, hoping it was still aching a bit. Inoue had no idea how to wrestle in Karasu's sensual style, but out of her own ardent desire and instinct, she was sure she'd figure it out. She would try to get behind her and put Karasu's head underneath an arm, pulling back tightly. If she got this far, her free hand would return the favor and reach out to grope Karasu's bosom.

Anja had a amused but slightly cracked smirk on her face as Inoue had went for some distance and came in again like a raging bull. Maybe she could be lacking in actual technique, but certainly not in intensity.

She welcomed the opportunity to grapple with Inoue again, but she weaseled her way behind Anja to make her a liar by thinking of her as having less technique, and even better, put her into a reverse headlock which drew a surprised gasp out of the German.
"Uh, wicked."
She replied while she got indeed a little dizzy while Inoue groped, much to her excitement as the stiff nipples proved, her breasts and Anja kissed her inner arm as kind of a reward before snaking her arms around the slim waist of Inoue. This couldn't go on to long if she didn't want to be the bitch og Inoue instead of the other way.
"You like what you see?"
Decade-long wrestling training allowed her to stay relatively calm, despite the more than dangerous position she was in. Numerous killers like a swinging backbreaker, reverse DDT, sideslam, legdrop or even the feared piledriver could be started from that point on.
"As much as I like being the bottom, I still prefer top."
With the stabilizing point of Inoue holding her head and her own arms around the slim waist of Inoue, she would swing her legs up like for a headscissor but would rather try to rapidly shift her point of gravity forward to topple Inoue and send her to the back with Anja on top.

Inoue smiled, actually getting confident with every passing moment that she maintained the headlock. "Do you like what you're feeling?" Inoue purred, actually thinking she could take control."Get used to it... When I'm here, you're stuck on bot-" Inoue's words were cut off harshly. Karasu was so strong and skilled, Inoue's speed was voided by those two facts. Inoue hit the mat, already knowing she'd be in trouble again, Karasu ontop of of her. Inoue would try to squirm out from under her opponent, the only strategy she had at this point was to evade, Karasu was an impenetrable fortress. Any time Inoue tried to go on the attack, things just seemed to become more of a cruel joke for Karasu.

Inoue knew she was far outclassed. Her grappling techniques were still developing, and despite being decent, she was no match for the much more experienced Karasu. It hardly mattered, she was being challenged beyond her abilities. She didn't care what Karasu did to her, she was clearly her better in this field, Inoue's ego just had trouble accepting it. If Inoue managed to wiggle from underneath her opponent, she'd stay in the fight this time, grabbing at Karasu's arm. Submissions, she could do. She hopped to cause Karasu a bit of pain, to be taken seriously and receive the full brunt of her opponents force as a result.

"Believe it or not, I really did like it. You make a DDT, stunner or breaker out of your headlock, hook both legs and got a sure two count, maybe a pinfall."
Anja replied truthfully while her hand streaked over the squirming Inoue's crotch area, again going with the motions of her opponent. Like in the boxing department, Inoue had it all, but here she lacked some obvious technique at the moment, unlike she did in boxing with her superb legwork.

Inoue defended herself heavily in a more than valiant way, surprising the German. But maybe she should have expected that from her?
"You don't like me pleasuring you? I wanted to conquer you softly at your own pace, but your defiant resistance maybe leaves me no choice but to batter-ram my way in."
She whispered into the ear of the sexy boxer who had at this point already nearly squirmed her way out from under her, while her hand grabbed at the wrist of Inoue that had grabbed at her arm to fight with her for every inch she wanted to go while she leaned in to kiss her opponent on the mouth, opening another battlefield if she managed to break into the mouth of Inoue.

Inoue gave it her all, she didn't want Karasu to take her without having some degree of a fight on her hands. Inoue was nearly free, but she had faltered a bit, shuddering when her opponents hand strayed down below. She nearly quit right there, just let Karasu have her way. But there was no fun in that... Or at least not as much. Inoue continued to try to fight her way out, until yet again her opponent caused her to pause. Inoue's arms were held down, she still struggled once she realized it, but was instantly captivated by her lips making contact with the foreigners. She was incredibly sensual, Inoue hadn't felt this way before, at all. Inoue didn't resist the kiss in the least, she stopped fighting completely for the moment, unsure if that was a fatal mistake or not. Inoue still despised the girl's words, but if this was conquer, it was quite welcomed for now.

Strange how the resistance of Inoue had decreased to nothing as she had kissed her, causing Anja to look surprised at her opponent. Really? Nobody had tried to get it on with this fighting beauty in or after a match?
*Stupid people here*

Her tongue explored the mouth of Inoue, played sensually with her tongue. Her hands would softly guide the wrists of Inoue to her side and stretch them away from her body while she broadened her own legs over the lower body of Inoue for better balance.

After some time, she would break the kiss and let her head hover a little bit over Inoue's, the tips of their noses were still nearly touching, looking into the eyes of Inoue with desire and admiration. she didn't even think on counting on Inoue, she wasn't even sure if the girl wanted to fight her way out anymore. She was a little bit sorry for her slightly degrading talking, but she had taught this tactic from the beginning of her wrestling career and couldn't help herself sometimes from stopping it. In reality, she had a great deal of respect for the hard fighting Inoue who would have fitted perfectly in the circle of dragons.
"I hope you're not already satisfied, Inoue-chan. I got plans for your evening."
She bend over to an ear of Inoue, hushing while a shiver ran down her own spine and rippled through her.
"A wet panty plan."

Inoue had barely noticed her hands being moved. She wasn't used to this at all, she'd always been so brutal in the past, any feelings of lust and desire that she had were generally relieved by her, on her own. She never had a true challenge, never saw anyone all that worthy of her. She could really only remember being intimate twice, and even then, it was fairly quick and nothing like this. Inoue felt a fluttering in her stomach, a kind of anxiety possibly. Yet, Karasu had a calming air about her, one that maintained Inoue's sanity enough to keep her wanting to fight.

When the kiss eventually broke, Inoue was a bit embarrassed, blushing again for the second time, this time there was no real way to conceal it.
Karasu's words made her share the same shivering sensation. "You wish I was... I don't want to interrupt your plans either, but-" Inoue bucked with all her might. Violence and sensuality blended seamlessly to her at the moment. If she got her opponent off, she'd stand and assume a wrestling position once again, she still wanted to try, it would take a lot. "If you want me, you have to earn it." she'd mock with a smirk. She would eager to test her force against Karasu's yet again. If she failed to get her opponent off of her, she'd offer the resistance as best she could once more, still attempting to writhe out.

Anja was quite sure that she had Inoue bagged and ripe for pleasuring and was kissing down her throat before she began to speak again. She had even blushed, but Karasu learned the lesson that they obviously were even more of a kind than she had expected as she was thrown off from Inoue and landed on the mat.

It seemed that she would be forced to break down her opponent completely to get her. Kind of funny that she fought so hard to not get laid by the blonde, but Anja knew that this probably was the essence of sensual wrestling. And it was something her trainers had always criticized on her, where she had been advised to be more like Natalia. She was out for sweet perfection and wanted the spoils handed over to her by seduction. Maybe it would have been wise to not trying to seduce Inoue with soothing words and kisses but with a more direct approach. But that was all water under the bridge now while she got up, smiling amused.
"You're quite the cat in the bag, hm? I will probably have to tie you up later. Maybe with your own panties. Think about it. Let it sink in."
This time it was a more direct approach she would be choosing. She would try to lock up with Inoue again, slip through the grip and apply a hammerlock on her.

Inoue was more than ready for the lock up, wrestling offered a true gauge of strength, skill, speed, everything. The fact that she went into the lock up with her, despite whatever result, was enough to Inoue. She'd stand up to Karasu, despite knowing that she'd ultimately be destroyed. She just wanted the respect of her opponent, whether she stood a chance or not. In the lockup, Inoue would duck out early, knowing damned well that she was out-classed and out-muscled. She'd try to move quick and get a fireman's carry on her opponent quickly, her only real strategy being to wrestle Karasu to the mat and apply a devastating submission. She could already tell it would be a long shot.